#ThursThreads – Week 528 – Winners

Week 528 of #ThursThreads, and y’all never disappoint. We’re in Year 10 and that’s an accomplishment in itself! Thank you to all y’all for coming back to write for all these years. I couldn’t have done it without you. If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! You’re in good company. May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Mary Decker for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.

Entries:

  • Miya Kressin | @miya_kressin
  • Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Mark A. Morris
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Joseph P. Garland | @JPGarlandAuthor
  • David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig

Mary says: Once again, I am delighted and honored to sit here reading your stories. I have learned so much over the years reading and writing flash, seeing so many talented writers’ work week after week- watching it grow— and shrink to fit the confines of Flash. Y’all are inspiring, and you never make my job easy. Thank you! 

Honorable Mention

Joseph P. Garland | @JPGarlandAuthor

Mary says: This story is short, sweet and one— I’m pretty sure each of us have lived at one point in our lives. Well done.

winner announcement

Week 528 Winner

Miya Kressin | @miya_kressin

Mary says: This story is amazing – the way it conveys not only the images, but the depths of emotion. Each time I read it – I see something more. Layers are hard enough – but within the constraints of Flash, it means so much more.

“Your wing— what is wrong with it?”

I unfurl my wings so that I can see them, and even knowing exactly what I’m going to see doesn’t brace me for the mottled appearance. Where pristine white feathers had been, hints of gray and black have begun, and I can feel the fire burning deeper toward the muscles that control them.

“I need to pack what I can take with me,” is what I say instead. It’s easier than to say that I’m transitioning… falling. Maybe I was falling for her, but most likely I was falling for me. I could have denied her, could have done anything except put what she needed above my duty. Instead, I gave in to the need she kindled in my flesh.

“You’re falling.”

I turn away before I can see the tears in my best friend’s eyes. “Are you falling to Earth or deeper?”

Given what I’ve done, the work the other angels will have ahead of them… “Definitely deeper. There’s a chance of a Nephilim.”

His curse booms off my chamber walls and cracks the plaster. “I’ll help you fly down. I don’t think you can manage it, not with as far as the hellfire has eaten your wings.”

“You’ll be punished. They might make you fall.”

He reaches out and hesitantly runs a finger over an unblemished feather. “You’re my best friend. I can’t let you fall alone.”
~~~~~~~

Congratulations Eight Time Winner Miya, and Honorable Mention Joseph! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, MeWe, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the original tales HERE. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! 🙂

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